Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.